Chapter 8 1 Moment of Coercion

That feeling that every corner of the body is being bitten, and even the soul is being torn apart.

It caused Long Yang an indescribable torment. Compared with the physical pain, this kind of pain is not at the same level at all.

From childhood to adulthood, he has been ridiculed by various masters in Yaoxian Island, and he has suffered a lot of grievances. However, he has survived such humiliation and everything, and he has always thought that all these pains are harmful to him. It's just practice,

But is that really the case?

This time, he began to doubt his ability to bear danger and pain.

It's not that one's own will is not strong enough, but this feeling is really unbearable for any conscious immortal.

"what!"

"what!…………"

He wanted to roar immediately, but he found that there was no sound from his throat.

The eyes protruded a little bit at first, and the tiny bloodshot spread to his eyeballs in an instant.

The veins all over his body began to bulge. In addition to enduring the great pain of tearing the soul, he also had to bear the pain of gnawing on the body.

The white fairies didn't stop there, as if the food in front of them was the food they had always dreamed of, they were too hungry.

For many years, in the state of immortal soul, they have maintained this feeling of hunger.

However, as long as there is a living being, even if they have a little bit of intelligence, they will not be like this.

"Get out, get out!"

"Go away!"

Long Yang, who was struggling to get free, didn't even know if it was his own voice.

The eyes were red, and the golden lines on the forehead also began to dim quietly at this moment.

fierce.

Just at that moment.

A ray of golden light erupted from the dim golden lines for a moment.

Sections of ripples immediately began to spread in an instant.

Fleeting.

The overall situation didn't seem to have changed because of such a golden light, neither the number of immortal souls nor the surrounding conditions had changed in the slightest.

In this second, Long Yang didn't even have any hope.

He clearly knows how strong he will be with his current strength, plus the ability that can be condensed from the so-called blood, but even if he is strong, it is still impossible to play a role in the face of this locust-like immortal soul. The role of half points.

Are you really going to die here?

Indeed, Long Yang was not reconciled in his heart.

I believe that any immortal, even an ordinary human being, would feel the same unwillingness in his heart when faced with such a situation and being powerless.

But the facts are so clearly in front of you, even if you are extremely unwilling, so what?

"Wooooow."

Lin Feng moved slightly.

Immortal Soul, who didn't howl, seemed a little dazed at this moment.

Immediately afterwards, in the still quiet forest of confusion, extreme panic flashed in their eyes.

It seems that this is a kind of innate awe of the superiors, such a panic, only for a moment, these immortal souls can't care about other things, and start to run away completely.

Such terrified eyes were never seen or experienced by Long Yang before.

Self-doubt, well, now he doesn't even have the interest in self-doubt.

And looking at Na Ling's speechless situation, coupled with the current doubts, he seemed to have some judgments in his heart, but he couldn't make it clear whether such judgments were correct.

Standing up, and seeing that the surroundings are still like a pool of stagnant water.

Long Yang sighed in his heart, the most important thing for cultivating immortals is to endure loneliness.

How much time do you spend alone? Even though disputes continue, they are always in danger.

But most of the time, any immortal is spent in boring penance.

Fighting against the sky is not endless fun, only when you calm down can you unleash abilities beyond the reach of ordinary people.

At this point, it really has nothing to do with family blood, and the starting point of all immortals is the same.

"As long as there is a great fortune in the forest of burying immortals, I don't know what kind of fortune will befall me this time?" Long Yang muttered to himself as he walked towards the depths of the dense forest.

He is not a person without desires and desires, and even, in some moments, he is more realistic than ordinary immortals.

From childhood to adulthood, except for those few people who were sincerely kind to him, he was essentially an orphan without father or mother.

How many worldly visions, how many such resentments have befallen me, and I have started to be a little selfish in my temperament, or I am an egoist, which is normal.

Walking step by step, the surroundings began to show the conditions that should be in the Immortal Burial Forest.

Dry bones began to appear, most of them were snake bones, some were big and some were small.

There is some seemingly insignificant fairy spirit around the bones. These are the bones of immortals, not to mention that they will not rot for thousands of years, and the power contained in them is also amazing.

After many years, it is not an illusion that they can still exude these fairy spirits.

However, the celestial spirit here is so insignificant that Long Yang is too lazy to absorb it, which shows that these celestial bones are essentially useless.

"With such a huge area, every step you take is like a dead bone. I don't know how tragic the battle was." Although Long Yang said his life was lonely.

But I have very little knowledge.

Yaoxian Island is the center of the endless sea, and most of the knowledge about cultivation and the state of the fairy world can be searched there.

What happened to the Burying Immortal Forest, he knew very well in his heart, it was the relics left by a great battle between the immortal clans.

Generally speaking, if it can guarantee that the immortal soul remains intact and cannot completely dissipate on the battlefield, then there must be a fortune that is definitely not a small one.

It's just that this place seems to have been searched for a long time ago. After Longyang searched for a long time, there was still nothing of great value found.

"Could it be that my talent for treasure hunting is a parallel import?" He shrugged his nose vigorously, but he still didn't smell any treasure.

After almost half a day, Long Yang somewhat wanted to give up.

The reason is very simple, this place is really clean, and he was so motivated that he didn't even find the first-grade fairy artifacts. Most of the things he found were just wreckage of fairy artifacts.

In this case, looking for it is nothing more than useless work.

That being the case, getting out of the Confused Forest and getting out of the Demon Snake Island is the top priority.

One must know that on Yaoxian Island, even though he was stared at all the time, many disciples and experts from aristocratic families completely looked down on him.

But at least it's safe, at least with my foster father in charge, few people dare to hurt themselves in the open.

For a moment, Long Yang had the urge to return to normal.

"Ok!"

suddenly!

He turned around and his eyes lit up. ...

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